This continues the series on The Voice of the Martyrs Regional Conference in Los Alamitos, CA on Saturday, March 26, 2011. To see the first post in the series, click HERE.
I love Christmas! Do you remember how excited you were as a child to get a present you had been waiting a long time for? a new bicycle? a puppy? That doll that really giggled when you hugged her?
How were you feeling the night before, anticipating its arrival? Did you sleep? Did you get up and take a peak downstairs? Did you wake up your little sister, just to have someone to talk to about the beloved object?
And how did you feel that morning? Did you run downstairs? Did you pick it out from among all the other packages? Did you hug it close, almost afraid to unwrap it... maybe it wasn't there after all? Did you tear into the paper, and yell when you saw that it... it was really there? Did you jump? Did you cry? Did you hug it close to you, afraid it might be taken away?
Maybe. I think most of us have been excited at least once in our lives about getting something we wanted very badly.
But have we ever felt that way about our Bibles?
You heard me... your Bible... that book that sits on the shelf collecting dust.
Or that book... you have so many of... your own personal copy is nothing special. You read it diligently, but you wouldn't be heartbroken without it. You have others.
Well, Bibles are not as plenteous in other countries as they are here. There are different reasons for this. Governments limit the printing and distribution of Bibles. The Bibles that people do have are often confiscated or destroyed or left behind when families are forced from their homes (just because they're Christians). Or there is no available translation of the Bible in the people's language.
At the Conference, one of the speakers shared a video of a church receiving a shipment of Bibles provided by The Voice of the Martyrs. I don't have a copy of this video, but you should have seen these dear Christians run to the box, pull it open, and start grabbing the Bibles. Just like kids at Christmas!
The Bibles were individually wrapped in cellophane for protection. Most of the people wouldn't open the cellophane. They just held the Bible in their hands, looking at it with eyes that said they couldn't believe they were actually getting a Bible of their own. Some of the people held the Bible close and kissed it. It was that dear to them!
My question is: Shouldn't it be that dear to us?
Do we not believe that the Bible is the inspired Word of God? Why is it not our most prized possession? Treasured above all things?
It should be.
Here is a video to get you thinking: What if my BIBLE was as important to me as my CELL PHONE?
If you would like to know more about The Voice of the Martyrs' work in distributing Bibles around the world, please visit Bibles Unbound.